Game of Death Page #3

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and I'm glad

you're pulling

yourselftogether.

Oh, no. I'm not

going to cry anymore.

God knows

the police would

like to nail them...

but there's

no wayto prove it.

Don't you understand

anything?

Everybody looked at them,

but not one person

could see anything!

The gentlemen

from the

Chinese syndicate

and the cash have

arrived in Macau.

Fine, fine. Now, you

sure it's a good idea,

our stopping

in the sanitarium

to see this Morris girl?

She's

a very valuable

piece of

merchandise.

And ifwe can bring

her into the family,

it will show

all the other

would-be rebels

how complete

our control is.

You go ahead.

I'll see you later.

Hello, Mr. Marshall.

Hello, Doctor. How's Ann?

We're very pleased

with her recovery.

It's been, um...

a long haul.

3 weeks?

Mm-hmm.

For a trauma

severe enough

to bring on

physical paralysis,

a 3-week recovery

is extremely good.

Oh, well, may

I go down to see her?

Absolutely.

If you hadn't come out,

I would

have called you.

She's ready to see

a familiar face.

You must understand

she's still depressed.

Is it time to go in?

Hi, Annie.

Jim.

Oh, I brought you

a little present.

I-It's beautiful.

I hear nothing

but good things about you.

No lies?

No lies.

Would

a newspaperman lie?

Now I'm

getting worried.

But, Jim, actually,

I'm feeling

a lot better.

Good.

At least

I'm able to deal

with people now.

You know, maybe you

should get out of here,

go back to the States when

you're feeling better, hmm?

I've been thinking

about that, too,

but I don't want to yet.

Not just yet.

Yes, but more

important than that,

I think we ought

to try

to see for ourselves

what's going on

in her head,

what kind

of a threat

she could be to us.

I don't want to

leave that to Carl

or to anybody else.

We're here.

There.

That's the newspaperman,

Jim Marshall.

You know, I've got

a hunch that

one of these days,

we're going

to have to cram

his typewriter

up his ass.

Oh?

It's the blonde.

Good afternoon,

Miss Morris.

We haven't

officially met,

but my name is Steiner.

This is Dr. Land.

How do you do,

Miss Morris?

We were informed

ofyour improvement.

Oh, you

are so beautiful.

Beautiful.

What do you want?

We were just passing by.

We wondered ifwe

could do anything for you.

Is there something

you might need?

There's nothing I need, ok?

Your album is doing

very well on the charts.

It's going

to make lots of money.

We know,

Miss Morris,

what has happened...

the terrible strain

that you

have been under.

We hope

that possibly

we can

assist somehow.

You know,

maybe get your

career moving again.

Get out!

There's nothing...

Get out!

It's Dr. Land's intention

to try to help you, Ann.

He could be...

You murderers!

Get out of here.

Get out!

Get out of here!

Rude b*tch.

Well, one rebel

begets another.

It's the Billy Lo

syndrome.

A virulent disease,

often terminal.

Stick, she seemed to know you.

Your face did

something for her.

Never met her.

We have to go to Macau.

We'll see about her

when we return.

Grr. B*tch!

What are you up to, Billy?

I'm giving myself

a new face...

before and after.

Much better.

I've already

told you, Billy.

You're going to have

a normal appearance again.

You'll see.

Wait till tomorrow

when those bandages

come off...

Dr. Ferguson,

please report

to the nurses' station.

Well, excuse me.

Dr. Ferguson, please report

to the nurses' station.

The new Billy Lo.

Mister, can I hire you

to follow

that hydrofoil?

I won't

be able to stay with him

once they

get out of the harbor.

Those hydrofoils do 40 easy.

Where do you think

they're going?

I've seen that boat

in Macau a couple of times.

That's what I think.

Maybe we could get

a head start on them.

Well, it's only

an hour's ride in any case.

Macau.

Yeah.

I know who killed Billy.

Ann?

Yes. Jim,

I know who killed him.

I'm not sure

I heard you right.

What did you say?

They came to the hospital.

One of them

was at the shooting.

Look, Ann,

why don't you

come in,

and we'll take it

to the police?

Where are you?

Did you

leave the hospital?

Never mind. The police

aren't the answer.

Hey, mister,

is that the guy

you've been waiting for?

That's him.

I'll make it worth

yourwhile to wait for me.

You're not going

to rob a casino,

are you?

I don't want to run

a getaway boat.

No, no.

Will you be here,

no matter how late?

I got nothing better

going.

Parade, parade.

Damn. What the hell?

Can't we get out

of here somehow?

Back this thing up

or something.

There's a taxi behind us.

It will

be ending soon,

and they will move

to another street.

Give them the horn.

Let's get out of here.

Run over 'em.

Chinese gold.

They've been waiting

for an hour.

We were held up

by a damn fool lion dance.

Oh, boy. Huh.

These characters.

Ah, well, well, well.

How do you do, Doctor?

Very nice seeing you.

And how are you? Sit down.

Well, maybe we don't

need to even count it.

Maybe we better.

See you both at ringside.

Doctor.

Dr. Land.

Yes?

The money's all here,

every dollar.

I'd be surprised

if it weren't.

Where'd you come from?

How'd you get here?

Guards!

Carl!

Guards! Guards!

Guards!

Get him!

Carl!

Stay away from me,

you bastard.

Hyah!

Hoo... yah!

Carl, come! Come!

Get him!

Get him.

Carl, duck!

Somebody take care

of the doctor.

Carl, let him go!

Carl, you damn fool,

the fight's tonight!

Carl, come on back here,

you hear me?!.

Carl!

You know, I don't understand it.

If some other organization

was trying to kill you,

they'd have just picked

you off with a rifle.

I can't place him,

but there

was something there

I recognized.

Stick is right.

There was something

different about that man.

He not only wanted to kill,

he wanted

to punish me as well.

To your corner. To your corner.

One. Get back.

Get back, Miller,

to your corner.

Back to your corner.

2. Get back, Miller.

3...

4...

Ha ha ha!

6...

They are hurting bad,

as they have

through out the early...

Kill him, Carl!

All right. Back up.

Back up!

All right. Get back. Get back.

It's going to cost you

a round, Miller.

Let it go.

What must be done

is being done.

Billy?

1...

2...

3...

4...

Uhh!

Ha ha ha!

He retained the crown

by knocking out Lo Chen

in 2 minutes, 8 seconds

in the seventh round.

The winner by knockout,

and still world's

heavyweight champion,

Carl Miller!

Carl!

Carl, you won!

You won!

Tell me.

Carl, is there

going to be a rematch?

Carl, are you going to

fight this guy again?

Carl, did he hurt you in round 4?

Carl, how soon are you

going to have a rematch?

Turn this way, Carl!

Will there be

a rematch, Carl?

Ha ha ha!

Hey, hey, hey.

Ha ha ha!

All right. He didn't hurt you,

did he, tonight?

Gotten

any complaints?

Hey! I'm just

going to get a shower.

I want to be

looking beautiful

for the rest

ofthese photographs.

There's plenty of champagne

for everybody.

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